Quoth the Raven....

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Not having a roommate meant Raven had plenty of room. She was taking advantage of that now, laying out a circle of candles and sweet-smelling incense (frangipani was her favorite) on the floor. It was a daily ritual, and she meant to relax herself and still her mind before watching Rumor Gal tonight. Though, on second thought, since she didn't approve of one of the current plotlines, meditating after might have been a better idea because she'd be irrationally irritated, no doubt.

At least she admitted it was entirely irrational to care about the love lives of fictional characters?

The first thing Raven did upon waking in a strange room was check the door. It wasn't locked, and led into an unfamiliar hallway, but at least she wasn't entirely trapped. She didn't know how she'd ended up here, but she was determined to find out.

A search of the room revealed several strange things (and a startling lack of clothing options -- the closet contained little more than variations on black dresses, black skirts, and black shirts). She had no idea what the laptop could possibly be, but fiddling with the small, flat, black rectangle with the glass screen revealed a button that made its face light up with the date and time, as well as a puzzle piece with a lock upon it. She touched the image and it moved, so she slid it into the place it seemed to belong. This made the object show her many more options, including "camera," "mail," "phone," and "messaging."

Curious, she touched the messaging icon. Now she could see names and words appear. The last seemed be be from someone named "Kennedy" (not the president, however, since the picture was of a girl), and included the words "God, Raven!" So whomever owned this was named Raven as well?

She fiddled with the object for awhile longer, amazed by the technology, though not understanding most of it. What was this "Amazon Kindle"? "Google Sky"? She figured out how to make the screen change by swiping her finger across it and discovered pictures on the screen as well, all of people she didn't recognize. There was one dark-haired girl, however, that she was beginning to suspect was this other Raven, since she was generally wearing all black.

Deciding to go exploring, she shifted out of her true appearance before moving out into the hall. She wasn't going to endanger herself, not knowing where she was or how she got there or where Erik was.

Raven teleported into her room with fwhomp of displaced air. She looked decidedly thinner than she had when she'd left, since food hadn't exactly been plentiful in Azarath's ruins, and she was looking forward to actually sleeping that night on a real bed.

She hung up her cloak, frowning at the tears in it -- she'd have to mend those -- then turned and spotted the doll sitting on that very bed she wanted to drop herself on to. For a moment she thought someone had come into her room and left a gift, a joke perhaps, a doll the opposite of herself, but there was just something about its white-eyed stare that made her uncomfortable. Still, she didn't want to be rude and simply throw it out, so she gingerly picked it up and placed it on the empty second bed in the room.

And then grabbed her cloak again and threw it over it because creepy.

When she'd settled on her bed and picked up her phone to check for any messages, she glanced up to see the doll was back on her bed, silently staring. She didn't jump or shriek despite being startled, but cautiously bent down towards it. "Hello?" she said. "I apologize for moving you and placing my cloak over you. I thought you were merely a doll. Are you a student? Have you been assigned to be my new roommate?" Hey, it was Fandom, stranger things had happened.

The doll offered no answer and just continued to stare unblinking. "I am Raven," Raven said, still puzzling over this. "This is my bed, but if you have some preference for this side of the room I would not be adverse to switching." Still no answer, other than the shiver the doll was sending down her spine.

After a moment she got up and moved away, though the doll's eyes seemed to follow her. She couldn't sense true life, but it was animate. Perhaps she'd go down to the office for answers soon, but for the moment she was keeping a wary eye on the doll. And cracking open the door for a quick escape if necessary.

[Le post and le door are le open. Still not 100% but I desperately need a distraction from the horror that is my job at the moment. Fucking flowers.]

Raven had made a quick trip into town to buy food, mostly hardier fruits and vegetables like apples, since she wasn't sure how long she would be gone and what she'd be able to salvage or preserve in Azarath. She filled a basket with food and bottles of water, enough to last her for some time. It was heavy, but one of the benefits of teleporting was that some extra weight mattered little.

She'd slept poorly the night before, and shielding out all the craziness that she'd eventually picked up on hadn't helped. Fortunately things seemed back to normal in the morning, aside from the usual residual embarrassment, though that gave her all the more reason to take some time away.

She left a fewmessages to let people know she was going, then returned to folding some blankets to take with her on her trip as she tried to make certain she wasn't forgetting anything she might need.

[Mostly establishy, but open if you want to catch her before she goes.]

Raven had made a quick trip into town to buy food, mostly hardier fruits and vegetables like apples, since she wasn't sure how long she would be gone and what she'd be able to salvage or preserve in Azarath. She filled a basket with food and bottles of water, enough to last her for some time. It was heavy, but one of the benefits of teleporting was that some extra weight mattered little.

She'd slept poorly the night before, and shielding out all the craziness that she'd eventually picked up on hadn't helped. Fortunately things seemed back to normal in the morning, aside from the usual residual embarrassment, though that gave her all the more reason to take some time away.

She left a fewmessages to let people know she was going, then returned to folding some blankets to take with her on her trip as she tried to make certain she wasn't forgetting anything she might need.

[Mostly establishy, but open if you want to catch her before she goes.]

Raven wasn't so sure teleporting to Azarath -- or teleporting at all -- was a good idea, but she had go. She made a brief stop in her Gotham first, just to assure herself the world of her mother was still there. She didn't have the faintest idea how to find Arella now, but at least the city was still standing. For now.

Then she stepped into the netherverse to take herself to the place of her birth. She hadn't returned there since its destruction at the hands of her father's demons, something she had stood and overseen, relishing in the carnage, even the pain and injuries of her friends as they tried to save Azarath and its people. Going back had crossed her mind from time to time, to...what? Pay her respects? Beg for forgiveness? But she never found the courage to go, until today.

Charred bones littered the marble streets, stained reddish-brown with dried blood, and the once magnificent golden towers were crumpled and fallen. "I am sorry for my part in this," Raven whispered as she walked the paths of her childhood. Juris had been right. She had brought doom to Azarath. But Azar had known, and in the end, her people accepted the sacrifice of their lives to stop Trigon. They'd welcomed it.

That didn't make her feel any better about it. The guilt she carried came surging back and she prayed, at least, that their souls were at peace.

The Great Library, she found to her dismay, had collapsed. If there were any books within that might contain any knowledge that would be helpful against this threat to the multiverse, it would take too long to dig through the rubble. There would be no help there.

She shivered, drawing her cloak more tightly around her shoulders as she looked up into the dark skies above. Planets hung impossibly close, galaxies spun, nebula glowed colorfully. But in the distance, the sky was empty. No stars, no swirls of color, just...blackness.

Raven teleported closer, wincing a little as she could practically hear Jono, Karla, and Anakin admonishing her for being unwise. But she had to see. She stood on one of the stepping stones that dotted the netherverse, watching as the blackness spread across the sky, swallowing everything in its path, consuming the netherverse and heading straight for Azarath.

"No," she whispered, for a moment crazily wondering if she could somehow teleport her entire home away from the encroaching darkness. But it was too big; her powers had their limits. She could only watch and scream as the darkness swallowed the ruins of her home. And still it crept onward, heading right toward her.

She willed herself back to Fandom before it could get to her, collapsing in her room as her legs gave out from a combination of weakness and grief and fear. Nothing lived in Azarath anymore, but it was all she had of her home, and now it was gone. And if all the netherverse was consumed, what would that mean for her?

She curled into a ball on the floor and started to cry, no longer able to hold back the stress and sorrow.

Raven wasn't so sure teleporting to Azarath -- or teleporting at all -- was a good idea, but she had go. She made a brief stop in her Gotham first, just to assure herself the world of her mother was still there. She didn't have the faintest idea how to find Arella now, but at least the city was still standing. For now.

Then she stepped into the netherverse to take herself to the place of her birth. She hadn't returned there since its destruction at the hands of her father's demons, something she had stood and overseen, relishing in the carnage, even the pain and injuries of her friends as they tried to save Azarath and its people. Going back had crossed her mind from time to time, to...what? Pay her respects? Beg for forgiveness? But she never found the courage to go, until today.

Charred bones littered the marble streets, stained reddish-brown with dried blood, and the once magnificent golden towers were crumpled and fallen. "I am sorry for my part in this," Raven whispered as she walked the paths of her childhood. Juris had been right. She had brought doom to Azarath. But Azar had known, and in the end, her people accepted the sacrifice of their lives to stop Trigon. They'd welcomed it.

That didn't make her feel any better about it. The guilt she carried came surging back and she prayed, at least, that their souls were at peace.

The Great Library, she found to her dismay, had collapsed. If there were any books within that might contain any knowledge that would be helpful against this threat to the multiverse, it would take too long to dig through the rubble. There would be no help there.

She shivered, drawing her cloak more tightly around her shoulders as she looked up into the dark skies above. Planets hung impossibly close, galaxies spun, nebula glowed colorfully. But in the distance, the sky was empty. No stars, no swirls of color, just...blackness.

Raven teleported closer, wincing a little as she could practically hear Jono, Karla, and Anakin admonishing her for being unwise. But she had to see. She stood on one of the stepping stones that dotted the netherverse, watching as the blackness spread across the sky, swallowing everything in its path, consuming the netherverse and heading straight for Azarath.

"No," she whispered, for a moment crazily wondering if she could somehow teleport her entire home away from the encroaching darkness. But it was too big; her powers had their limits. She could only watch and scream as the darkness swallowed the ruins of her home. And still it crept onward, heading right toward her.

She willed herself back to Fandom before it could get to her, collapsing in her room as her legs gave out from a combination of weakness and grief and fear. Nothing lived in Azarath anymore, but it was all she had of her home, and now it was gone. And if all the netherverse was consumed, what would that mean for her?

She curled into a ball on the floor and started to cry, no longer able to hold back the stress and sorrow.

Raven hadn't been feeling well for the past few days, which was extremely unusual for her. She'd even missed classes that week so she could stay to her room and rest, trying to figure out why she was so tired. Her emotions had been running very high, she reasoned, so that could very well be the source of feeling drained.

Doing something productive would help, she hoped. And there was definitely something she'd been wanting to do since Jono's return to Fandom. She didn't want to go alone, so she called Karla and asked her to come by her room so she could ask her for her help.

Hopefully said help wouldn't result in a fight. She'd met Karla, after all.

Raven hadn't been feeling well for the past few days, which was extremely unusual for her. She'd even missed classes that week so she could stay to her room and rest, trying to figure out why she was so tired. Her emotions had been running very high, she reasoned, so that could very well be the source of feeling drained.

Doing something productive would help, she hoped. And there was definitely something she'd been wanting to do since Jono's return to Fandom. She didn't want to go alone, so she called Karla and asked her to come by her room so she could ask her for her help.

Hopefully said help wouldn't result in a fight. She'd met Karla, after all.

Raven had decided not to go to the Halloween party since she wasn't in a very festive mood. She was too concerned about what had happened to Jono and how she could help him, and at the same time worried about being too smothering. She knew she had a tendency to be pushy, yet she didn't want to further injure his pride.

She made a few handwavey calls, to Karla and people she knew were good friends with Jono, asking them to come by her room when they had the chance. Then she sat down on her bed, back against the wall, snuggling with Joni and trying to figure out what best to do.

[ooc: Post and door are open, but the flowers may make me slow from time to time, la. If you think you got a phone call you probably did. :) Details of conversations are NFB BITE ME SHANIE.]

Raven had decided not to go to the Halloween party since she wasn't in a very festive mood. She was too concerned about what had happened to Jono and how she could help him, and at the same time worried about being too smothering. She knew she had a tendency to be pushy, yet she didn't want to further injure his pride.

She made a few handwavey calls, to Karla and people she knew were good friends with Jono, asking them to come by her room when they had the chance. Then she sat down on her bed, back against the wall, snuggling with Joni and trying to figure out what best to do.

[ooc: Post and door are open, but the flowers may make me slow from time to time, la. If you think you got a phone call you probably did. :) Details of conversations are NFB BITE ME SHANIE.]

Raven had felt Jono's presence vanish from the island yesterday, but she wasn't terribly concerned about it at first, since surely he would return soon. Until hours passed and a quick trip down to his room had confirmed the truth she had to accept: he'd left without saying goodbye.

She'd been dreading that moment, and that just made it all the worse. He was gone, and he hadn't told her or come to see her first. She felt hurt and sad and couldn't understand why he could have done such a thing, especially when she'd wanted his last night on the island to be special. The glimpses of possible futures they'd had made her scared that he'd be hurt away from the island or simply disappear, and leaving without seeing her first wasn't helping, Jono.

Karla was gone, too, she sensed, so she couldn't go cry on her shoulder, about that and Triela and people leaving, and she was just going to huddle on her bed now and try not to cry, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it.

Raven had felt Jono's presence vanish from the island yesterday, but she wasn't terribly concerned about it at first, since surely he would return soon. Until hours passed and a quick trip down to his room had confirmed the truth she had to accept: he'd left without saying goodbye.

She'd been dreading that moment, and that just made it all the worse. He was gone, and he hadn't told her or come to see her first. She felt hurt and sad and couldn't understand why he could have done such a thing, especially when she'd wanted his last night on the island to be special. The glimpses of possible futures they'd had made her scared that he'd be hurt away from the island or simply disappear, and leaving without seeing her first wasn't helping, Jono.

Karla was gone, too, she sensed, so she couldn't go cry on her shoulder, about that and Triela and people leaving, and she was just going to huddle on her bed now and try not to cry, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it.

After work, Raven hurried back to her room to get ready for her date that evening with Jono. She wasn't sure what clothing would be proper to wear to concert, but really, where wasn't a black skirt and black blouse acceptable?

She tucked a change of clothes into a small bag, along with that package from 'Dite's, then ran a brush through her hair and checked her eyeliner for smudges as she waited.

[For the date in question, but you can catch Raven in her room before they leave. First thread is on island, second thread is off. Yes, we have date OCD. We already are well aware we are dorks, thank you very much. ETA: Off-island thread is about to head into NSFW territory. *coughs*]

After work, Raven hurried back to her room to get ready for her date that evening with Jono. She wasn't sure what clothing would be proper to wear to concert, but really, where wasn't a black skirt and black blouse acceptable?

She tucked a change of clothes into a small bag, along with that package from 'Dite's, then ran a brush through her hair and checked her eyeliner for smudges as she waited.

[For the date in question, but you can catch Raven in her room before they leave. First thread is on island, second thread is off. Yes, we have date OCD. We already are well aware we are dorks, thank you very much. ETA: Off-island thread is about to head into NSFW territory. *coughs*]

She also wanted to know more about Elizabeth's parents -- BLUE WTF? -- and she suspected Jono would, too, so she left a message for him to come up to her room when he was free.

"Elizabeth," she scolded gently. "The people here on the island are not the same as the ones you know. You may trust your Aunts Karla and Sookie -- and Warren and Bobby -- but not everyone is the same."

She also wanted to know more about Elizabeth's parents -- BLUE WTF? -- and she suspected Jono would, too, so she left a message for him to come up to her room when he was free.

"Elizabeth," she scolded gently. "The people here on the island are not the same as the ones you know. You may trust your Aunts Karla and Sookie -- and Warren and Bobby -- but not everyone is the same."

Probably to absolutely no one's surprise, Raven had amassed herself a small army of love monkeys, which were now snuggled up with her on her bed as she used her laptop to catch up on Rumor Gal episodes and gossip and speculation. Priorities, people. Priorities.

She wrinkled her nose at the comments on one blog post and glanced down at the love monkey that had claimed her lap. "I do very much prefer it when Charlie and Claire are together," she told it, "for I think they are truly meant for each other, but I do not understand how heated these 'shipping wars' get. It seems so unpleasant and unhealthy to invest so much anger and energy in the lives and relationships of fictional people."

The love monkey squeaked in agreement. Or maybe it was just asking for another hug. Or maybe it was secretly a Claire/David shipper and just didn't want to start an argument.

Probably to absolutely no one's surprise, Raven had amassed herself a small army of love monkeys, which were now snuggled up with her on her bed as she used her laptop to catch up on Rumor Gal episodes and gossip and speculation. Priorities, people. Priorities.

She wrinkled her nose at the comments on one blog post and glanced down at the love monkey that had claimed her lap. "I do very much prefer it when Charlie and Claire are together," she told it, "for I think they are truly meant for each other, but I do not understand how heated these 'shipping wars' get. It seems so unpleasant and unhealthy to invest so much anger and energy in the lives and relationships of fictional people."

The love monkey squeaked in agreement. Or maybe it was just asking for another hug. Or maybe it was secretly a Claire/David shipper and just didn't want to start an argument.

After going into town and meeting with Tara and Dolf and then visiting Jono, Raven retreated back to her room. She was glad she didn't have classes until Tuesday, and she wasn't even sure then she could bring herself to go. She needed to see her friends, but the thought of going out in public terrified her.